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Authors: Jillian Hart
“I came back.” He brushed the last tear from her cheek. “I didn’t realize how you felt. That you felt this much.”
“Not anymore I don’t.” At least, that’s the way she wanted it. She wanted to be able to turn off her heart,
switch off her love for him and tell him she didn’t need him. “You can go back to town guilt-free.”
“I’m not here out of guilt.” He caught her hands with his and held them captive, gently but firmly. Her tears were wet on his warm fingers. “I’m not going anywhere, sunshine. Not until you answer my question.”
“You haven’t asked any questions.” Having him see her like this was torture. He’d seen her crying, he’d heard her sobbing and now he knew how much she’d loved him. “I know you said we were only going to be friends. I get that. You should leave.”
“When I’ve only just got here?” He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “You can stop trying to push me away. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yes, you are. You’re going to you see your parents in the morning.” She pulled her hands from his grip. Every fiber of her being warned her to push him away and to keep pushing him. She was hurting and his presence here was sheer anguish.
“Change of plans.” He leaned closer. His hands came up to cradle her chin, so lovingly he was in danger of capturing her heart again. “I’m going to spend my leave right here with you.”
“With me?” She blinked furiously against the searing tears filling her eyes. “What about your folks?”
“They’ll understand.”
“What about Alaska?”
“Cancelled.”
She didn’t believe this. Her heart couldn’t take it. “But you said this isn’t what you signed on for. You said—”
“Forget what I said. Everything is different now.” His thumb traced gentle circles on her bottom lip, remind
ing them both of their beautiful kisses. “I realized something. I don’t want this to end. I’m in love with you. Flat out, all the way, point of no return in love.”
“You are?” Those pesky tears were falling against her will.
“I am.” His confirmation rang with whole truth and utter sincerity. “And if you feel the same way about me…?”
He let the question dangle, as if waiting for her answer. Trembling, she opened her heart the rest of the way, leaned her forehead on his wide, steely shoulder and let the tears fall. “Yes,” she said into his shirt. “I love you too much. This is scaring me and h-hurting.”
“For me, too.” His hand settled on the back of her neck, cupping her lightly, all solid comfort. She could feel the reliable thump of his heart and, in the silence, his pledge. “It’s going to be all right, sunshine, as long as you agree to one thing. Will you marry me?”
She straightened to look at him, joy leaking into her tears. “You want me to marry you?”
“That’s why I’m asking.”
Hope stirred in her heart, now healed and whole. She could see their future. A wedding with butter-yellow roses and a long white gown, a little house near his air base, spending every treasured moment they could together, the years going by bringing a baby or two and more joy than she could hold.
“There are a hundred reasons why I could say no,” she told him, “but only one reason to say yes. I love you. I want to spend my life being loved by you.”
“That’s the plan, sunshine.” He kissed her with exquisite tenderness, leaving no doubt that he was the one. The man she could trust above all others to love her for keeps.
Two years, five months later.
“B
anzai!” A man’s shout rang behind her on the mountainside.
At the top of the run, Lexie Granger had just enough time to glance over her shoulder. A tall, muscled guy in black launched off the lift, dug in with his poles and flew toward her in a blur.
Yeah, that was just what she expected of her husband, back from a thirteen-month tour of duty, glad to be hitting the slopes.
“I’ll see you at the bottom, handsome!” she called out. The only sign that he heard her was the flash of his smile and a quick salute. She watched him speed away, taking her heart with him as he always did.
“Banzai!” A second man shot off the lift, flying down the slope in a streak of red.
“Those two.” Lexie shook her head and adjusted her goggles.
“I know.” September joined her, a friend she’d made
at Pogo’s riding stable and Hawk’s wife. “I don’t know exactly what is wrong with those two, but I like it.”
“Me, too.”
The Washington State sky was a soft winter blue, the perfect backdrop as she pushed off, digging in with her poles to join her husband racing down the slope. The snow was fast, the air was fresh and after a long week of managing her thriving practice, nothing could be better than stealing away on a Friday afternoon to ski with her husband and their friends.
He had been back on U.S. soil for eight days now, and after two years of marriage, they had survived their first long deployment just fine. Phone calls and e-mails weren’t the same as personal contact, but they had both tried hard to keep their love and relationship thriving.
As she rounded a curve, she caught sight of a black blur far down the run. Her soul brightened as it always did with love for her husband, for the man who had kept all his vows to her. He was faithful and tender and kind, and every day that passed she felt more treasured by him. Life was blissful, and their love perfection.
As he waited for her at the bottom of the run, she couldn’t get down the rest of the slope fast enough to his waiting arms. Once she was enfolded against his steely chest, safe and protected in his embrace, she held him tight, brimming with bliss.
“I’m glad to be with you again,” Pierce whispered, low so that only she could hear. “I love you, sunshine.”
His words tinkled against her ear and she shivered, twinkling like starlight from the inside out. “I love you, Banzai Boy.”
“Lucky me.” His gaze searched hers, drawing out the moment, deepening their closeness.
They didn’t need to speak for her to know what he was thinking. This morning lazing in front of the fire sipping tea and sharing the morning paper, talk had drifted to their future. To his decision to accept a promotion, which would largely take him out of the field. To the house that was for sale not far from Pogo’s boarding stable. To planning for a baby sometime in the near future.
“No, lucky me,” she corrected. Although luck had nothing to do with it. She paused to give thanks to God for His leading. She had no doubt that the Lord had brought her here, to the shelter of Pierce’s arms, and their deep, enduring love that was the greatest blessing of all.
“How about another shot at that run?” Pierce’s challenge made them both smile.
“I would love nothing more.” Yes, she thought, it was going to be another wonderful day with the man she loved.
They took off together, side by side and heart to heart, graced by sunlight.
Dear Reader,
You may remember Kelly’s roommate Lexie from
A Soldier for Christmas.
I hope you do. When I was writing that book, the practical, interesting Lexie caught my attention. I wondered what her story was. Would she ever find a totally trustworthy man, like she was looking for? Why was she so distrustful in the first place? And because she gave Mitch, the hero in
A Soldier for Christmas,
a rare two thumbs up, I wondered if she might find a soldier of her own one day.
When I met Pierce Granger, I knew he was the man for Lexie. Stalwart, faithful, and a deeply committed Army Ranger. I could see him falling in love with her forever. But time had passed while I was writing the rest of the McKaslin Clan series, and Lexie had a few changes in her story. She was now in graduate school and coming off a painful breakup. She had trusted someone enough to open her heart, and she had been hurt. I wondered if she would keep Pierce at a safe distance forever and how she would find the strength to risk love another time. I hope you enjoyed watching God lead Lexie and Pierce to true love and their happily-ever-after.
Thank you so much for choosing
A Soldier for Keeps.
Wishing you the best of blessings,
ISBN: 978-1-4268-3033-4
A SOLDIER FOR KEEPS
Copyright © 2009 by Jill Strickler
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